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#blindness
People are blind they can't see each other change, the others think the others think the others pass see people smile see people shut see people shine But they are there.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
In-visible world
some stories are universal it is easy to tap in take any aspect of Mankind without the 'kind' you will find plenty to tell of there.
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
subject to subjection
its not the speck in your eye its the dust storm in mine too dark to want to see itself so I pick on the minute -the smallest chance I might gain an empty advantage
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Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 9:41 AM UTC
speck of dust
Cold, cold ice, And a Roll of dice, Do you Hear the cries Of the Scamp’ring mice Running For their lives, Biting Down two lies, And a Broken Set of Eyes.
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Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:49 AM UTC
Intercept, Interject.
All I ever did wrong, was truly care about you too deeply, thinking about you while listening to any love song, I treated you like a key to finally being a human, but I realize you never were the key, instead you were the whole lock, The law to the door that would have told me.
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Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
locks
What good is light for the stars, when the stars are blind, my love? If stars were to trade their fire and bright to see for just one day and one night, would there still be light, my love? Still, how can stars ever see, if others don’t sacrifice their sight? Then— can you count how many would be willing to do it for others, and be the ones we truly love?
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
The ones we truly love
Inevitability Like fire and desire to tear each other down or lift each other higher. A group, any one no matter function or size will soon come to realize one of them is the leader. with this will come all the decisions that must be made. The pain again and again. the loss or the win. Same as it has ever been. We fight, we don't fight IT. What would be the point its part of who we are can't run to fast or get to far , from IT. We follow or we lead and to the leader, inevitable greed. It comes with power built quickly or slowly brick by brick nod by nod like a tower. It wouldn't matter if we hoarded beads or shells or yen or francs Whether we fight with rocks and sticks or guns and tanks. We will because we are, can't run too fast or get too far. Whatever we value leaves for lust, boom or bust. Currency is also inevitable an assurance a must. Not all the chains that we put on ourselves are forged in fire most are birthed much softer through ease or desire. Sadly though it seems inevitable what we do to each other and therefore our selves. When the first of us saw that stranger from afar fear and apprehension kicked in reminding us of what we are. Clean water, food, fire or mate curiosity then disorder from love , our hate. Inevitable.
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May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
Inevitability
To scream into the void or let silence devour me whole? To claw at the seams of this waking dream, or accept that I was never awake? To be the mad one or the blind one? To whisper the truth no one wants to hear, or let the lie cradle me to sleep? They fear death like a stranger, but I swear, I’ve known it before. Soft. Familiar. Calling me home. So is it better to speak or to die? Or was I dead long before I asked?
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC
Is it better to speak or to die?
The poetry was flowing But not through his poem It flowed through his eyes On into her soul His words they whispered Tears down her tired cheeks She bathed in his passion    And his darkness she reaped...
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Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
Blindness
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take, but maybe it’s time that we see that we as a people are nothing but fake, ensuring that’s how it will be.   We stand up demanding there’s tolerance, doing so with our fists in the air. It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced, hypocrisy beyond compare.   We claim we want peace, but we seek the next fight as we keep our guns close to the door. Convincing ourselves that we stand for what’s right when the truth is we’re actually just bored.   We say that we want to be free men, while we ride our past into the ground. We claim that we run from our demons, but we really just keep them around.   And we live our lives waiting for the next offense, needing others to kindle the flame. We’re a common collective without common sense like the scarecrow not having a brain.   So, let’s go on pretending we live for the truth but the truth is we’re living a lie, for each soul who actually lives for the truth… we find a way to crucify.
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Crucifixion
Stand atop your                                                                                                     dunes manifested Dreams from infallible convictions Eyes — open with pretentious ecstasy Gawking Your waves — in a waterless sea Stand facing the winds permeating your pedantic desert Eyes — water Assurances — seeping in Indifferently ravishing your                                                                                   dunes Lie — buried The sand’s absolute Like sediment — manifestations overlaid Eyes — close against the winds righteous pursuits You wonder how you missed the direction whence they came
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
_______________________________________Dunes
I’ve stepped again into my old life. I know it’s nohow and nowhere. I lived there, yeah, I was there long. But I don’t pick out it, however. I keep in mind my love to you. I lost myself, chucked wildly and fouly. My life was ruined and I was nowhere. I swapped myself for you blindly. I was cheerful for you and gloomy, Freaky and as a gold itself. If you wanted, I could be a dummy. But I’ve never been just myself. I always was near, but you didn’t sight of. I left one day, but you returned. And I’m here again. Again it’s all here! And what is needless is simply crossed. I’m like a kitten, blind and lost, I’m crawling out at sounds or light. I’ll hide in this life for now perharps As if I’m not here for quite.
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
My old life
Us All In hunger, my belly aches, of clawed darkness, I’m afraid, to forsee what is to come, I’m blind. —just a reflection of all else. On damp paper you may sit, on thorned cushions someone may, to the vast universe, insignificant. —just a reflection of all else. To linger, is in the hands of time, but as the rest, home waits as death, merits mortals with same eyes. —just a reflection of all else. Fields of wombs grown on unsteady soil, the ides of May, harvested and cast into the fire. The brand is seared into the soul, yet we scoff and sneer, while we dangle on the branches hanging on for our dear lives, of the same burdened trunk; of the same root that sired us all. —just a reflection of all else.
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Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
Us All
Where small minds gather there is bound to be trouble brewing and people who don't see. __________________
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Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
Simple Observation #362 - Where small minds gather....
Listening to the future Sing a song, sing a deeds our In the stark and relative promise, we cure With hugs and kisses, the toil of anarchy in all power Cherished time... With imbued lips, the chastity of sorts The wind to live once more, in world and chime To know a clash with poise, these tears are yours... Rights risen, to voices of callousness... With the claim of sincerity as a tool, that becomes A harrowed force, we have never seen without bless Of a seclusions kindness, though even a hate may be some's Risen rights, to voices we care Forth a heady Christ, the trade of a lifetime? Walls of avarice and heed of a monstrous appetite to fare Is here and now, beloved, even in the eyes of barren lives? Burden in sight, brief as a war with silence is Evermore, the turn of chastity into a problem for needs That burned a charity's flames, a grant of sin to substance That in the spoken drive to see another become, living seeds Welcome home The vanity of surmisal, and its hurry to question the truth Has added, has asked the vestige of powers, has life atoned? For the notice of speed in the vices we spare, from even the risks of poorness, so aloof...
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Oct 9, 2023
Oct 9, 2023 at 6:29 PM UTC
What World Are You Talking About, Tempest?
# "They've outlawed it, you know.."        "Outlawed what, Sweetie" ***"The  Unknowable-- that which cannot be  defined   or easily explained away.. That which cannot  reduced, down in to something  more palatable;   Or maybe diluted-down in to  that which  one could drink ..without it bringing some form     of dis- comfort"*** She is looking down; Woven into her hair.. all things edelweiss,  suddenly begin      their wilt   ..and  all along the waterway   are those coming towards her      to smother                     . You will hold on, my Beautiful *(or maybe even turn  to face for the first time, with loaded gun)* --But Beautiful girl was never  meant     to go loaded *(..And her beloved Rooster Cogburn  said that she's no bigger than a corn nubbin)*     My beautiful girl     locks and loads, anyways-- Because the Mason-jars   she was forced to  pour it all in to,      were never made  big enough          to contain it. There's a small stall  at the  swap-meet.. on Thursday and Saturday  mornings,   she rents a space there       Her wares,  true liquid Gold..    *(when a jar  becomes sold    no hidden-thing will be  needed         to sustain it)*   .      .      .      .      . Quiet hearts  are never meant to reveal themselves       Some words (in this world)       were never meant  to be spoken You'll see now, beautiful Angel-- that this Rare-Jeweled heart  of yours   is not the only-one,                 perpetually Broken Some gifts, the world may never  be ready for. Lip-Kissed, may I be the one to help  get that un-ready World, ready-- *(so very well fed     yet still;   so very slowly,  burning)* Some beautiful Heartbeats are so very much worth dying for         ***...  And I,  myself ;                           I  am  turning..*** #
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Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 2:17 PM UTC
(..such a Beautiful little Bootlegger)
# "They've outlawed it, you know.."        "Outlawed what, Sweetie" ***"The  Unknowable-- that which cannot be  defined   or easily explained away.. That which cannot  reduced, down in to something  more palatable;   Or maybe diluted-down in to  that which  one could drink ..without it bringing some form     of dis- comfort"*** She is looking down; Woven into her hair.. all things edelweiss,  suddenly begin      their wilt   ..and  all along the waterway   are those coming towards her      to smother                     . You will hold on, my Beautiful *(or maybe even turn  to face for the first time, with loaded gun)* --But Beautiful girl was never  meant     to go loaded *(..And her beloved Rooster Cogburn  said that she's no bigger than a corn nubbin)*     My beautiful girl     locks and loads, anyways-- Because the Mason-jars   she was forced to  pour it all in to,      were never made  big enough          to contain it. There's a small stall  at the  swap-meet.. on Thursday and Saturday  mornings,   she rents a space there       Her wares,  true liquid Gold..    *(when a jar  becomes sold    no hidden-thing will be  needed         to sustain it)*   .      .      .      .      . Quiet hearts  are never meant to reveal themselves       Some words (in this world)       were never meant  to be spoken You'll see now, beautiful Angel-- that this Rare-Jeweled heart  of yours   is not the only-one,                 perpetually Broken Some gifts, the world may never  be ready for. Lip-Kissed, may I be the one to help  get that un-ready World, ready-- *(so very well fed     yet still;   so very slowly,  burning)* Some beautiful Heartbeats are so very much worth dying for         ***...  And I,  myself ;                           I  am  turning..*** #
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The next act, of adrenaline Supposed forces, to win a kinder stare Through the looking glass, as if shine Is a wall to itself, patience and their horses, fare A race to the more, ever and stone sore? Of a friends cleverer smile... Same to how, we found your quarrel With me, a simpler distance to while... Mean or main stay... This moment, made for the devil and the blue sea Meant, in time with sour notion, pain Is the only force we see, for a man or woman in love, deem... A hat of errors, that knew you for a wiser momentum A whine of distant feelings, that shares the known, to be A callous share in proof, that has the time to question a room A singing candle? awake at the touch of a lover, is my kiss anarchy? Hate a rhyme to begin, with a resolve in the rage of another? Spite, carnal license, and hopeful sycophants of a rule of thumb With your name on it, and my cares, the risks of loving a bother With your needs and vice, as a charity we will know is succinctly won... Heroines, with a table to eat from, timidly share a savior Heroin's, with a resolute few, is here to skip the wisdom of done who Hero's, with a tap to ply and explain, are a safety's warrior He, with an excused hand has a reason to be, to the patience we do too...
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Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC
Places In The Heart, For A Blind Childhood
my blindness causing me strife never committed to being right but never committed to being wrong either just trucking along the beaten path I didn't know there were fires birthed in my wake I didn't know for goodness sake I would not be the bad guy, even if it were my fault but ignorance is bliss at the top water the burnt fields, open my eyes to the real could you open my eyes? for real
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Jul 6, 2022
Jul 6, 2022 at 12:52 PM UTC
Closed Eyes
A blind woman gave birth to the most beautiful girl on earth She could feel her heart beat but could never see her face She could touch her hand but never saw her eyes of grace She could smell her skin but never seen her smiling a beautiful blind woman bore the most beautiful woman on earth who saw her mother more than just with eyes and all their worth
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Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
Beautiful Blind Women
What is it like to be blind? I wouldn’t know I’ve only ever seen the world in colors Seen the world in shapes Seen the world in jagged edges on pieces of white paper The kind of paper that scratched the grooves in your skin when you touch it But I’ve been blind before I’ve been blind in the times where I’ve only seen what’s in front of me Times where curtains covered my room in Black Times where I didn’t want to believe that someone I really loved really wasn’t all that lovable To I: the fool, I am okay to be angry I am okay to be selfish when i really just think that I am because of my insecurities I am okay to be sad I am okay to be depressed in a corner, knitting blankets covered in wiped off mascara and tears I am okay I am okay I am blind But at least now I don’t have to be blind anymore
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Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
I am Blind
Even blind men open their eyes
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Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
Blind
this is light she said opening the curtains of her mind i gazed illuminously blind
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Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
Photomania